Page 73 - Mirror to the soul
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Psalm 130
Penitence;‘the dew of blessing’
FRom the deep places, hear my cry, those hidden depths of guilt within:
O God of mercy, God Most High, keep no account of all my sin.
2 Before your glory none can stand, no mortal eye behold your face:
extend to me your kingly hand,
the sovereign touch of saving grace.
3 O Lord, in whom all needs are met, draw near in love to me, I pray,
for on your word my hopes are set, as watchmen wait for coming day.
4 As watchmen wait till dawn appears, so God’s redeeming love is shown; to shed, unfailing through the years,
the dew of blessing on his own.
